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Albert, James, and Echo || So Anyway

Wed, 01 May 2013 00:12:03 -0400

James smiled at the girl as she made her way out of the house. Normally he would have given a valediction, but his lack of experience with children left him unsure of what to say. The girl was polite, more polite than he’d expected a child to be, so he managed a nod as she passed. Once she was out the door, James turned to Albert. “She’s very polite,” he offered with a small smile, though he couldn’t quite say so with conviction. She was quite polite to him, but to her uncle … It looked like Albert had a lot on his hands.

“Feel free to come over whenever you’d like. Just … Maybe call first next time, so I might be better prepared for company.” He didn’t want to rush Albert out of the house, but he also didn’t want to get him in more trouble with the sick little girl waiting in the car, and there was the fact that John would be holed up in his room for the better part of the evening that he’d have to deal with … But he was relieved there was one less thing to deal with, now that he and Al had sorted things out.

“Polite. Right.” Albert smirked, though he strained to do so. “Well, she certainly didn’t get the manners from my brother, that’s for sure. But—anyways. Yeah, I’ll make sure to phone, but I doubt you’ll see her for some time yet.” At least he hoped not. The last thing that Albert wanted was for Echo to wander around the neighborhood so close to the House.

“I’ll… see you later?” He wanted to go for a hug, maybe even some kind of kiss, but the moment felt all wrong. Awkward. “…Yeah. Bye.” With that, Albert nodded and made his way for the door.

Albert, James, and Echo || So Anyway

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 04:14:22 -0400

atyour-service:

“Physical injuries, though, you’ll take all you can get, huh?” He smiled and finished up the last of his coffee before pouring himself another cup. “Yeah, we’re good,” he said, a little relieved. It wasn’t up to him, whether or not they were okay - he was the one needing to be forgiven - but if it was Albert asking him, they must be on good terms. He wasn’t about to push any boundaries, though, so he kept his distance.

James grinned into his mug as a thought occurred to him. “Funny that we should both take on caring for another person when we can hardly take care of ourselves, isn’t it? Though I guess you have a lot more to deal with.” He didn’t have a lot of experience with children himself. His sister had had a son before he left for the war, but he’d only met the boy once. Now Madelaine had another child, a daughter, and his sister made it very well known to him that he ought to visit them. He simply hoped his little niece wouldn’t be inclined to live with him, because he didn’t know the first thing about caring for children, nor did he particularly want to.

“Oh, very funny.” Albert said with a large grin but no laugh. “Yeah, I suppose we make up for our good immune systems by being overly careless. And not in an intelligent sense.”
He walked back over near the washroom, listening to Echo turning on the sink. She must’ve gotten rid of all the food in her system, poor kid. He would have to remind himself to buy some healthy food for her.

“I think I should get going, then. She sounds like she’ll be okay, at least until I get her home. We can only hope she lasts the drive.” Albert gave James a look of hopeful disgust, if there ever was such an expression.

“Ready to head out, champ?”
Albert knocked on the bathroom door as he waited for an answer.

Albert, James, and Echo || So Anyway

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 12:41:02 -0400

atyour-service:

“No no, it’s fine. Just … Unexpected.” He shrugged and took a drink of his coffee. The arrival of not one, but two unexpected house guests had shifted things. They hadn’t had a pattern before, but it was flexible. There was no real need to be anywhere except work, in Albert’s case, and no need to care for another person at home. James was certain that John could easily care for himself, but was concerned with his state; sure he would cover the essentials, but he would be a living pigsty on his own, and he was quite certain John was holding composure solely with company. Still, it had changed things for both James and Albert, and for the time being, James wasn’t sure precisely how much had changed. He had to wonder what would happen when John left. How long Albert would have his niece living with him. Where they were in the meantime.

Instead, he put the thoughts out of his mind. Things would go as they went; he didn’t need to have everything labelled and planned, and he knew Albert wasn’t fond of having it like that anyways. “Oh, I have some soda crackers, if that’ll help. I’ve heard they settle the stomach.” He turned away, grabbing the box out of the cupboard and placing it on the table.

Albert laughed quietly as he looked from the box of crackers to James. “Thanks, I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.” He walked up to the counter, but didn’t bother picking up the box. Not yet anyways.
“So…ah… we’re good then?” He knew the reason that they hadn’t been ‘good’ before was because Albert had lost his temper—something he felt absolutely justified in doing. Still, James had apologized, and he wanted to move on, even if it meant not discussing anything about their current relationship (or whatever it was they were in).

“…Anyways, I’ll give these to Echo. She should be fine, us Fosters aren’t much for sicknesses.”

Albert, James, and Echo || So Anyway

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 14:01:49 -0400

atyour-service:

James was rather surprised. After muttering a quiet “Of course, of course,” as Albert escorted the girl down the hall and to the washroom. He closed the door but didn’t move from his spot beside it as Albert joined him. “You have a niece,” he commented. “I didn’t even know you had a sibling.” It struck him how little they knew each other, but considering the amount of time, and what had happened during that time — injuries, healing, and work (for Albert, at least) — they really hadn’t had the time to discuss family matters. That was fine for James’ side of things, he wasn’t all that keen to share much anyways, but he was curious about the other man, even if he was even less keen to share.

He walked back to his coffee cup, but didn’t drink from it; he held it between his hands, and looked at the table before looking over at Al with curiosity. He wanted to ask about the girl, about why she was here, if she was a temporary guest or a new house resident, but he held his tongue. There would be time (he hoped) for them to talk about it later. “Is she all right?” he asked, his eyes in the direction of the hall.

“Oh, she’s fine.” Albert murmured, just in time to hear the girl vomit into James’ toilet. He decided to correct himself, “I was just driving her home from school; she’s a bit sick today, figured since I was in the neighbourhood I could just swing by.” Now that he said it out loud, he started to feel guilty. “She’s actually living with me. For a bit. Didn’t even tell me.” At least James was calm about the situation, “sorry, maybe I should’ve… called first. I don’t know.”

At that, Albert walked to James’ kitchen and found himself a glass, filled it with water from the tap before walking back to the washroom and opening the door. He put it beside the toilet for her, then closed the door once more.

Albert, James, and Echo || So Anyway

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 05:36:05 -0400

echofoster:

The last thing she expected to see was a man. At least, a man that wasn’t her uncle. Echo looked up at James with wide eyes, a bit hunched over with her knees locked together and her arms wrapped around her upset stomach. She was fourteen, but she still had a need—no, desire to be taken care of when she was sick. It made her miss her mother, who would always drive her home and make her soup, or at least put a damp cloth on her head before leaving her to rest. But instead, she was with her uncle who had forgotten his ill niece in his car with the windows rolled up in the heat.

“I need to use your… washroom.” Though she wasn’t painfully shy, Echo’s face was still dark red from asking a complete stranger such a question. The entire situation made her angry, and though Echo couldn’t see him, but she knew her uncle was there. “uncle Al you’re the biggest jerk in the world!” Finally looking James in the eye, Echo tried to sound apologetic, even though her first impression was probably out of the window. “I’m really sir sorry but he’s not going to drive me home i—oh…—if I puke in his car..”

Albert should have known the moment he heard the knocking that Echo would be on the other side. He got up from his seat and abandoned his coffee, getting to the door just in time to hear Echo yell at him.

He was at a loss for words, but knew he had to say something to diffuse the very awkward, very odd situation that had just unfolded in front of James.
Albert slipped past James, resting his hand on top of Echo’s head to lead her to James’ washroom. It was a bit of a step over his boundaries (even for him), but Albert knew James would understand.
“I’m sorry, kid. Honestly I thought you were just playing hooky.”
Blatant lie, didn’t effect the girl at all.

Before she could bite his head off, Albert quickly pushed her towards the washroom, and shut the door promptly after she wandered into it.

Albert didn’t even want to turn around. The poor man had enough shit to deal with, now Albert and his newly acquired teenager were just a crowd.
He swallowed his fear, and as he sucked in a short breath, Albert turned to James to assess his anger or confusion. Or both.

Albert, James, and Echo || So Anyway

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 03:34:47 -0400

atyour-service:

“Yes, he hasn’t seen Rose yet. He knows where she is, though, so that’s a start, but he’s taking his time. It’s a good thing, really, he’s not in very good shape at the moment.” He kept his eyes on the coffee pot as it filled. He remembered seeing John in London, how he’d seemed enthusiastic to have his friend back, and despite the fact that he was upset about Rose, he didn’t show it much. That is, it wasn’t obvious to the immediate eye. His movements, however, were too careful, his words too eager, and his conversation too scripted. This was different, though, so different. He didn’t speak at all, he moved robotically. “I can’t fix him,” James muttered, more to himself and barely audible.

Finally the coffee pot switched off and he took it off the burner before it finished dripping, ignoring the hiss as drops fell and burned away. He poured the two glasses and slid one over to Albert before taking a sip of his own, not bothering to wait for it to cool down. He needed the distraction. “I’m sorry, about last time,” he said quietly, looking down at his cup. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d done wrong, though he had suspicions, but he’d learned early on that asking usually made things worse.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m glad he knows where she is, at least.” Though he wasn’t sure if it was in fact good news, Albert tried to sound positive. It was all he could do.

He heard James mutter something, but whatever it was was lost when the coffee pot beeped and alerted the two that it was ready. He took the cup that James slid over to him, but his gaze quickly shot up when he heard James apologize. Though Albert didn’t expect it, his lips curled into a hint of a smile; it felt like a relief to hear him say that, a weigh off of his chest.

“I was being a bit oversensitive, but thanks. I know you’re under a..” Albert licked his lips as he chose his words carefully. He decided to lower his voice so anyone in a room over couldn’t hear, “a bit of stress.”

He took a sip of his coffee, “If you need anything from the store while he’s here, I mean, in case you don’t want to leave him… just let me know. I’ll—-“

A sharp knock on James’ front door made Albert start, and his heart dropped as he remembered his ill niece in the back seat of his car.

Albert, James, and Echo || So Anyway

Wed, 13 Mar 2013 05:22:04 -0400

atyour-service:

eternaldarknesstour:

atyour-service:

“No, it’s fine. John’s just … It’s fine.” James opened the door wider as Albert walked inside. He knew there was no point in turning the man out, since John would probably stay in his room for a few hours, and he had missed Al. He shrugged as the man asked how he was. “Yeah, no I’m fine, I’m … Yes, I’m good. And you?” Everything seemed so formal now, a little awkward, neither man seeming to know what to say.

He considered informing Al of the news he’d just received, but he was still processing, and it seemed unfair to John for him to simply tell him. It was personal to John, and it had taken him days to speak up about it to one of his closest friends; besides, it didn’t really concern the man, he had no reason to tell him. “I um … You look well,” he offered a small smile. “Did you want something to eat? I was about to put some tea on for John but I could make some coffee if you’d like?”

Without waiting for an answer he turned toward the kitchen, putting on the kettle as well as the coffee machine. He opened the fridge, pulling out a few things for Albert to snack on, knowing that if all else he’d make a tray of the leftovers for John.

Albert opened his mouth to protest, but found himself wandering another few feet into the house. Now he was standing in the kitchen, watching James go to work, quiet as always. The run-in he had with Jess the other day had reminded him to inquire about James’ health, and though he didn’t know if now was the best time, he wasn’t sure when he would see him next. “Have you been attending those appointments with the therapist? I know they mentioned something about them at the hospital…”
Once James started looking for food—obviously for Albert and not himself—he quickly rose his hand. “I can’t stay long. I’ve got to go home.”
He had almost forgotten his little bundle of responsibility. She had probably puked in his car, god bless her. “Just some coffee’s fine.”

“Oh.” He set the tray down on the counter and shrugged. “I should make something for John anyways.” He grabbed two mugs and waited for the coffee to brew. “I was. I mean I was going to, but … Things got in the way.” His eyes trained on the coffee pot as the liquid began trickling down. He knew Albert wasn’t going to take that as an answer, but he refused to go any further into it. “I will, promise,” he muttered quietly,but his words were empty, like he’d said them too many times with no intention to follow through, even though this was the first time they’d been said out loud.

“I would have thought you’d be working,” he noted, glancing at the clock. It was still relatively early, and although Albert had frequently shown up earlier than expected, this had to be a record. “I mean you’re alright, aren’t you? You didn’t … Come by injury again?” he inquired with a glance. “You look in good health.”

Albert should’ve known James hadn’t gone to his appointments. It wasn’t a shock, but the man still sighed quietly at the answer. Albert decided to take a seat before he changed his mind and settled onto a kitchen stool.
“I’m good, besides a lack of sleep. I’m fine.”
Everything seemed so awkward and stuffy, it almost made Albert wish he hadn’t dropped by. They weren’t teasing one another, catch the other’s little glances or grins. It made Albert all the more suspicious that something had happened, though he knew that ever since John has arrived, things had already changed drastically.
“I was working, but things always come up, as you know. I just wanted to see you before I went home. I’m assuming by that slammed door I heard earlier that you still have company?”

Albert, James, and Echo || So Anyway

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 03:13:29 -0400

atyour-service:

“No, it’s fine. John’s just … It’s fine.” James opened the door wider as Albert walked inside. He knew there was no point in turning the man out, since John would probably stay in his room for a few hours, and he had missed Al. He shrugged as the man asked how he was. “Yeah, no I’m fine, I’m … Yes, I’m good. And you?” Everything seemed so formal now, a little awkward, neither man seeming to know what to say.

He considered informing Al of the news he’d just received, but he was still processing, and it seemed unfair to John for him to simply tell him. It was personal to John, and it had taken him days to speak up about it to one of his closest friends; besides, it didn’t really concern the man, he had no reason to tell him. “I um … You look well,” he offered a small smile. “Did you want something to eat? I was about to put some tea on for John but I could make some coffee if you’d like?”

Without waiting for an answer he turned toward the kitchen, putting on the kettle as well as the coffee machine. He opened the fridge, pulling out a few things for Albert to snack on, knowing that if all else he’d make a tray of the leftovers for John.

Albert opened his mouth to protest, but found himself wandering another few feet into the house. Now he was standing in the kitchen, watching James go to work, quiet as always. The run-in he had with Jess the other day had reminded him to inquire about James’ health, and though he didn’t know if now was the best time, he wasn’t sure when he would see him next. “Have you been attending those appointments with the therapist? I know they mentioned something about them at the hospital…”
Once James started looking for food—obviously for Albert and not himself—he quickly rose his hand. “I can’t stay long. I’ve got to go home.”
He had almost forgotten his little bundle of responsibility. She had probably puked in his car, god bless her. “Just some coffee’s fine.”

Albert, James, and Echo || So Anyway

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 02:16:33 -0400

atyour-service:

James sighed, his head in his hands as he sat on the couch, staring at the floor. It had taken him a while to get anything out of John. Once the man had had a decent night’s sleep, it all seemed to hit at once and took him a while to compose himself enough to talk about. The house had been quiet, the only words passed between the two being “Good morning” and “Good night.” Otherwise, there was only the sound of coffee being made, food being cooked, and doors closing. John spend his hours often very angry, occasionally bursting out in anger when he thought his friend couldn’t hear. James spent his time close by, waiting for John to talk to him. The loyal soldier, always standing by.

Today, though, he finally spoke up. John had decided to spend his afternoon in the living room, very unlike the routine they’d developed, and James, sensing the oncoming storm, followed suit. As soon as the words had left his mouth, James stared at his friend in disbelief. He didn’t register the small “No,” that escaped his own lips, only that John’s expression stayed angry, staring at the television. The room was silent once more and James’ head dropped into his hands.

It was only a few minutes later that there was a knock at the door. James stood after a moment and went to see who it was. Finding Albert on the other side, he cast a glance at John before opening the door. “Albert? Sorry, it’s not really the best ti—” He stopped, cringing as he heard a door slam shut behind him. “Er … D’you wanna come in, or …?”

With a slight tilt of his head to better see the inside of James’…John’s….Jame’s house, Albert couldn’t help but wince as he listened to one of the many doors within the house slam shut. Obviously John hadn’t left, and the question still remained if he was going to leave. It made Al frown, thinking he might not ever have James to himself again.

Though he wasn’t expecting the invitation inside, not this time, Albert entered without a word. At least until fully inside. “Sorry, did I come at a bad time?” It seemed every time was a bad time now, for Albert and for James. He decided not to bother mentioning Echo, either they would meet soon or not at all… if Albert could help it, not at all. The last thing he needed was word getting back to his brother—then father—then mother about a “maybe”relationship.. he would never hear the end of it.

Albert closed the door behind him and kept his shoes and jacket on, digging his hands into his pant pockets while keeping a thoughtful eye on James. The house had a quiet, tense atmosphere hanging heavily in the air, and though Albert knew James was a guarded man, his expression seemed to speak for him.
“I just… uh… I just wanted to… to see you.”
For a man used to talking so much, Albert was finding himself running out of words. He kept his gaze on James, telling himself not to reach out and touch his face or hair, but it wasn’t easy.
“Are you all right?”

Albert, James, and Echo || So Anyway

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 05:12:00 -0500

Albert wasn’t having the best morning, then again, no one really enjoyed picking up a sick kid from school. Echo hadn’t even finished her first class before she phoned him at work, asking to pick her up. Now she was seated in the car, quiet and unmoving as they drove down the road.

The silence continued until Albert decided to pay James a visit. Echo looked as though she was dozing off, and he really needed to speak to the man, since their last encounter had ended on such a sour note.

“Where are we going?” Echo asked with a small groan, she began to wrap her arms around her midsection, clearly more ill than she was trying to let on but still not enough to tell Albert what was wrong.
“We’re making a pit stop, I’m not going to be long but I need you to stay in the car.”
“Okay, but can you hurry? I need to lie down…”

As Albert pulled into James’ driveway, he turned off the ignition and sat in place for a few moments. His eyes were transfixed ahead, though he wasn’t really looking at anything. Echo was quiet for a second, but impatiently piped up, “who lives here?”

“Just a friend of mine.”
He had waited long enough, and with a soft click, undid his seatbelt and opened the door to his car, stepping out and closing it firmly. He tapped his knuckle on the car roof as an odd sort of thanks to Echo for being patient as he approached James’ front steps. Then he knocked again, this time on the wooden exterior of his door.

Is it weird, living with your niece?

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 04:31:08 -0500

Yeah, more than weird. I mean, what do fourteen year old girls even like?

I was afraid she would be blasting awful top 40 pop music all day and complaining about my lack of food in the fridge, but she keeps to herself mostly. I think she’s been taking books from my bookshelf, too. But hey, whatever keeps her busy.

Something About The World Today || Jess and Albert

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 04:13:34 -0500

paging-dr-patil:

Jess allowed herself to be steered away from the house, chewing her lip anxiously. “I suppose that could work. I mean a second-hand opinion is better than no opinion, right?” She smiled a bit and followed him as they walked down the street. “Right, sorry. Jess. Guess I’m a little used to being the doctor than the person. I’m afraid I can’t quite remember your name, though … I think I’ll need to write you down as a semi-reliable source, at least.”

Clicking the pen in her hand as they walked, she looked around. Though she’d lived here almost her entire life, she hadn’t really explored much; she’d been too busy studying, keeping up her grades, and playing soccer. When she did get out, she was too focussed on the company to pay much attention to her surroundings, but the area they walked through now was quite charming, if you could shake of the slightly eerie feel.

“Sounds good to me, though if I ask myself—which I do—I say I’m far more than semi reliable.” Unsure if he just came on to her or not, Albert cleared his throat. “—Nice little neighbourhood, isn’t it? Sure beats downtown LA. I do tours all through down town and a few locations up and around the suburbs. That House,” he swung his thumb over his shoulder to point back to the ever-looming Murder House, “is the most popular attraction.”

At the mention of the House, Albert was reminded of his nasty encounter with it and the batshit-crazy doctor that built it. He shivered, but remembered then that Jess had asked his name. “—I’m Albert. Al works, Albie most certainly doesn’t. I mean, unless you have your heart set on calling me Albie. But if that’s the case I’m going to make you buy the coffee.”

Something About The World Today || Jess and Albert

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 04:17:57 -0500

paging-dr-patil:

“Oh, well we don’t usually, but one of the nurses was worried about his mental state, so she wanted to do a check in. Unfortunately, one of her kids got sick, so she’s home taking care of him. I had to pick up the job, but it looks good on my record anyways.” She smiled lightly at him. “I didn’t really have anything to do with your arm, actually, I just carried you out. You’d want to thank Abby and Todd, and … Well you sort of did, in your own way. It’s all good,” she said, laughing.

She glanced down at the paper in her hands once more, as if she didn’t know what was on it. “Er… Yeah, James Clark. I’m afraid I don’t have much of a choice … I mean unless he’s … Out of sorts, I kinda need this done.” She bit her lip, glancing at the door. She didn’t want to disturb him, of course, but Lucy had flagged this case important, and she couldn’t afford to let her down. “I mean I … I suppose I can put it off another day.”

Albert tried not to roll his eyes, simply because he knew how irritated James would be with any hospital visitors; Albert too felt a bit annoyed for his sake, but he couldn’t direct it at the girl. It was her job, and he had to respect that.
Without much thought, Albert rested a hand on her shoulder and gently steered her away from the door, so they both began to walk in the same direction. “Just a day or two, he’s got company and not a lot of time on his hands at the moment. If you want, we can grab some coffee and you can ask me all the questions you want. I haven’t really left his side since the incident besides to work a few hours here and there. I know my word isn’t legitimate, but it’ll save you from Lucy’s wrath.”
He flashed that charming grin of his before taking to the sidewalk. He had driven to James’ place, but there was no way a woman like herself would very much agree to hop in some stranger’s car. There was a coffee shop just outside the neighbourhood, not terribly far.
“I never did catch your name…?”

Something About The World Today || Jess and Albert

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:17:00 -0500

paging-dr-patil:

Jess glanced over at the houses as she passed them, looking for the right address. She’d checked the paper in her hands several times, practically memorized the address, but was more confused than she’d have liked to admit. She was starting to regret volunteering for the job, but it was on her way home and she owed Lucy a favour, anyways. Finally she spotted the right numbers and immediately made her way towards the house, crossing the street and hopping over the curb, onto the grass. She almost started down the narrow path before someone came into her line of vision.

The man towered over small frame and she flinched out of habit. “Sorry, she said, looking up at him. “You frightened me.” She grinned up at the man, shielding her eyes from the bright LA sun to see him better. “Wait, I remember you. How could I forget? I’ve never had to carry so tall a man out of the ER before. Er … What are you doing here?”

Albert was in somewhat of a rush for what had been the entire day, only now did he have some sort of break- a small reprieve before grabbing some groceries and a few other things for his new house guest. Albert wanted to see James, though it had only been a day since they last talked, he felt uneasy leaving things the way they had been.
He had made it up to the house, knuckles just about to strike his door before he let out a sigh. Albert wasn’t really sure what to say, and if John was still there, then he would just be in the way.
So Albert turned on his heel, and made for the street by following the small path. He hardly noticed a woman fast approaching him, also distracted. He managed to stop inches short of bumping into her and utter out an apology before she stopped him again, mentioning something about the ER. Albert blinked once, then twice. The woman did look oddly familiar, but he had been in and out of the hospital so often now (more for James than himself), he was still a bit confused.
“Uh… sorry, but I..” Suddenly, his memories returned to him. She was one of the nurses that had helped him when he had his arm sliced up. Albert didn’t know what to say, but he did smile while he tried to think of something, to seem friendly. “Oh…! Right, right. I guess I should thank you, seeing as I’m not walking around with a prosthetic arm, huh?” He tried to crack a smile. “I was just visiting—rather leaving. Are you here to check up on James? Didn’t realize you guys made house calls to men that didn’t want to be hospitalized in the first place. No offense, but uh… he might not appreciate visitors at the moment.”

What're You Doing Here? || John and Albert (And James)

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 13:03:34 -0500

atyour-service:

James let the door hang open, staring at the ground. “I’m sorry,” he muttered quietly. He leaned against the door frame, knowing that Albert was waiting for him to speak. Letting out a sigh, he bit his cheek, hard. “I don’t … I wasn’t expecting him to show up like that, it just kinda surprised me.” His hand clenched around the keys in his pocket and he winced, the wound not completely healed and the keys digging into the bandage.

“I didn’t know … How to react. John, he … He needs someone and I don’t … I don’t know how to be that person anymore.”

Albert made his way to his car and jerked open the door. He was stopped by James, sighing as he looked up to see the man looking away from him. He wanted to be angry, but it was hard, especially when James apologized like that. Damn him.

“Well, personally, I like the person you are now. Seem a bit more enjoyable than whoever you were in there. People change. If John doesn’t know that, then I feel sorry for him.”
He decided he had said all he could, and dug out his car keys. Before hopping into his vehicle to sleep off the entire experience he had this morning, Albert shot James one more look. His voice was notably softer, and not at all angry. “Just… call me if you need me—-er, whenever. I’ll drop by later to make sure you’re actually eating all the groceries you’ve so ambitiously wrote down on your little list.”

As much as he wanted to comfort James and try to help him out, he knew that the man would need to speak with his friend all on his own. So with that, Albert finally slid into his vehicle, slammed the door shut, turned it on, and drove out of the driveway and up towards down town.

Echo and Albert || Roomie

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 04:52:00 -0500

echofoster:

“Yeah, dad. I’m sure this is it, I phoned Earl like you said and he gave me a ride to the apartment. Mhm. Yeah. Dad? Dad—I have to go, okay? Love you too. Bye.”

Echo hung up her cell phone, a frown tugging the corner of her lips as she stared at the door before her. It had been years since she had seen her uncle Al, in fact the last time she had seen him, he had attended her grade 5 spelling bee and bought her a stuffed tiger even after she misspelled ‘acquiesce’. She still had the tiger, but after the entire falling out her dad and uncle had a few years back, she hadn’t seen much of him since.

With her suitcases (three in total; two had clothes and the largest had her most valuable possessions) she approached the door; the number on it matched what she had on her piece of paper, and with a deep breath she knocked.

It had been a painfully long day, Albert was trying to sleep most of his frustration away, but every time he seemed to be on the brink of sleep, some thought of ghostly memory jerked him awake. The entire Murder House ordeal was really hurting his sleep schedule.

He glanced at the clock near his bed, having tried his hardest to sleep but finding the attempt fruitless. It read 4:07, and like some weird alarm clock, the second that it turned 4:08, he heard a knock.
Albert wasn’t expecting visitors; even James didn’t know where Albert lived, which he only just then realized was quite surprising.

It took him another minute of pure laziness to finally rise up from his bed and start towards his door. The last person he expected to see was waiting on the other side.

“…What the hell are you doing here?”

What're You Doing Here? || John and Albert (And James)

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 06:47:21 -0500

atyour-service:

eternaldarknesstour:

Wordlessly, Albert emptied his mug and slid it over to James. He wasn’t sure if he should try to carry on as normal, or try to interrogate James on what exactly had gotten him in such an odd mood. In a way he knew, but with John suddenly appearing out of no where, everything was getting to be all the more complicated.

“Are you buying groceries for him, or to make it look like you’ve actually been eating so you don’t worry him?”
With that said, Albert leaned against the counter with a sudden drawl of cynicism. “It’s not any of my business. We clearly…” he paused; the way James had acted, obviously he wasn’t about to introduce Albert to John as his boyfriend; they weren’t even—Albert wondered why he was even thinking about that before quickly changing the subject, “--nevermind.”

James silently cleaned the last mug before setting it up on the drying rack. He rinsed off his hands and dried them on a cloth, picking up the list and reading it over before tucking it into his pocket. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “But you’re right: it isn’t any of your business.” He made to leave, grabbed his keys and wallet, but one thought held him back. If he didn’t ask now, he certainly wouldn’t later, when he’d had time to think it over, and it would bother him, nag him to no end.

“‘We clearly’ what?” he asked, playing with the keys in his pocket as he stood beside the door.

Even though he had been the one to say it, when James spoke, uttering quietly in that way he did that the matter-James’ matter- wasn’t his business, something snapped. He still had his jacket in James’ room, his phone in his pocket and wallet somewhere in the living room. He made a mental note of that as he lightly pushed himself away from the counter, and made quick strides towards the door. He paused, right in front of James as his icy blue eyes stared into his. “Why don’t you call me when you’ve figured it out?”
With that, he opened the door, sliding past James to do so, and stepped out into the painfully early sunlight. He squinted his eyes as he brought his hand up to shield them, it was only when the rays of light tucked themselves behind a cloud was he able to see.
The House stared back at him.

What're You Doing Here? || John and Albert (And James)

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 05:46:12 -0500

atyour-service:

James shrugged at the comment about John. “He’s just worried about me, I think.” Drinking more of his coffee, he moved about the kitchen, grabbing a pen and paper and starting a list. He checked the fridge a few times, as well as the freezers and several cupboards. When he stopped to look at the list, he nearly grimaced at the few items, but decided he’d get a better idea when he was actually at the store. He toyed with his keys on the counter as he finished his coffee, making a mental note to grab his wallet from his coat before he left.

As he finished his coffee, he put the cup down beside John’s by the sink. After a moment’s hesitation, he decided to wash them before heading out. He hated leaving dishes out; they just dried out and became harder to clean. It only took him a minute or two before he had finished thoroughly cleaning both mugs. Without looking up, he asked, “Are you done with yours?”

Wordlessly, Albert emptied his mug and slid it over to James. He wasn’t sure if he should try to carry on as normal, or try to interrogate James on what exactly had gotten him in such an odd mood. In a way he knew, but with John suddenly appearing out of no where, everything was getting to be all the more complicated.
“Are you buying groceries for him, or to make it look like you’ve actually been eating so you don’t worry him?”
With that said, Albert leaned against the counter with a sudden drawl of cynicism. “It’s not any of my business. We clearly…” he paused; the way James had acted, obviously he wasn’t about to introduce Albert to John as his boyfriend; they weren’t even—Albert wondered why he was even thinking about that before quickly changing the subject, “--nevermind.”

What're You Doing Here? || John and Albert (And James)

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 05:37:00 -0500

ahs-i-believe-in-her:

atyour-service:

“I can still hear you, you know,” James said flatly, making his way down the hall toward them again. “I’m perfectly all right, John, though I’m rather disappointed that you think I can’t take care of myself. I am a grown man, after all. The master bedroom is ready, I cleaned it out when I first got here. The en suite should be stocked, and the desk side table I cleaned out. There’s a box, actually, of stuff I wasn’t sure if you wanted to keep or not, so I put it all together … And a few boxes of Rose’s stuff I wasn’t sure what to do with. Of course you don’t have to go through it just yet — or at all if you don’t want to, but just so you know that it’s there.”

When he finally stopped talking, he moved around to the kitchen, picking up his cup of coffee and sipping it. After a moment, he opened the fridge. “I’ll have to go shopping, there’s not much in,” he thought. “I can do that while you sleep. I assume your tastes haven’t changed much.”

John nodded at Albert’s words, contemplating them as James entered the room once more. He blew off the statement about being disappointed, but couldn’t quite get past the “grown man” nonsense. “Oh for God’s sake, James, just because you’re almost 30 doesn’t mean you don’t need some help every once in a while. We all do.” He didn’t like the cold front emanating from James, and decided now would be a good time to head to bed, before James found some nasty comment about him being a hypocrite.

“Right, well. Thanks, James, I think I’ll go ahead and go to bed now. Long week and all that.” He drank down the last of his tea, setting the cup by the sink, and as he turned around he gave Albert a look saying that he wished to talk to him again, but not at that moment. He walked down the hall with the intention of washing up before going to sleep, but the moment he saw the bed he collapsed on it, falling asleep within moments.

With John gone (though now Albert suddenly missed his presence, after seeing the cold look of James’ expression), Albert let his eyes wander over to James. He arched a brow in a small, challenging way. He wanted James to say something, perhaps about why exactly John was home, or why James’ personality went from sleepy to machine in an instant. Hell, he could have yelled at him for answering the door half naked (though it was clear Albert’s being there didn’t seem to cause as much rise as the arrival itself). The only thing Albert couldn’t stand was watching and waiting for James to say something. Usually Albert talked, and he did enough of it for two people. Silence was unsettling, especially with the two men that were growing so accustomed to each others voices.

The day had hardly started, and already it was stir-crazy. Albert decided he had waited for James to speak for long enough, and instead took a hearty drink of his cooling down coffee. With his lips still hidden behind the rim of the cup, he glanced down at James.
“Nice guy.”

What're You Doing Here? || John and Albert (And James)

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 03:49:29 -0500

ahs-i-believe-in-her:

John nearly rolled his eyes at James’ statement. “Really, James? I told you to take the master bedroom. The guest room is half the size. You’re supposed to make yourself comfortable.” He watched sadly as the man walked out of the room, leaving an awkward silence in his wake. “‘S always been too modest for his own good,” he noted, shaking his head and sipping his tea. He tried to think of something for he and Albert to talk about, but he couldn’t remember much of the conversation they’d had before. It seemed they only had one thing in common. Still, he had to ask some time, and he was unsure if he was going to see the man again during his stay.

Standing up, and on tired legs, he made his way to the kitchen. Keeping a fair distance, he lowered his voice. “Has he … He’s been acting a bit off, I don’t know if you would have noticed … Has he been okay? I mean … Is this strange for you, to see him like this? He hasn’t been like this the whole time he’s been here, has he?” He hated prying, but there was no chance he was going to get a reasonable answer from James himself.

Albert was surprised that John even acknowledged him, but as he made his way into the kitchen, and the fact stood that James had left the two men to fix up the master bedroom, he knew he would have to answer. He wasn’t really sure what information to withhold and what to tell him, certainly not the incident that lead him to being hospitalized… instead, Albert shrugged. “I’ll admit, seeing him like this is not what I’m used to. Then again, he’s been going through quite a lot. Trying to adjust to the move, as well as… you know.” If John was as close as friend as Albert was lead to believe, he would know.

“But he’s been worried about this Rose girl for the past few days, keeps mentioning that he ‘saw’ her, in a dream.” He remembered almost too well the details of James’ dream as he told him. Albert hesitated at the idea of telling John what he had said, but knowing well that he was hiding something—information about the House, Albert decided it might be a good way to get it out of him. “He said that she… mentioned something about her death. That someone killed her.”

His eyes, which seemed foggy from the darker memories returning suddenly became clear and alert once more, quickly glancing over to John. He half acted the part, and was half serious. “…Shit. Sorry, sorry. That’s… really, really morbid. But nightmares are common, with PTSD. Besides the nightmares, he’s been quite all right.”